Her name is Sara Thailand is her home She walks in divine compassion with and for children. Children of slavery Children sold into prostitution A newborn left to die underneath its already dead mother. I am better for knowing her.continue reading It Is Well With My Soul
It is a kind of paradise To acknowledge I am not a single story I am many stories … as we all are You, and you … and you To be making my journey rather merrily through the cemetery of teen years When, lah! all of a sudden it is the very thing one thinks […]continue reading I Lift Thee to a Kind of Paradise
Wandering Through mazes of barbed and bloody emotions Pushing pulling pulverizing Craving calm Carving out new images Wrapping the darkness in acceptance Amen. Tsuriai. Namaste. I bow to you Grief.continue reading Embrace
The lake is glass About to break, or Soon to be in a battle with the sky winds It soothes the tearing pieces of heart It removes the anger It reveals a mind of yes A mind of matter A mind of goodness And Mercy.continue reading Lago d’Crystalle
Love. Did you say I cannot find it Because it is out of my reach Because it is too far away Because I am not looking in the right way Because I have been dodged And ridiculed And satirized. I say No. I am love.continue reading Where?
My friend Enters the arena where She is losing her mother She is losing self She is losing her son She is seeking What A safe place upon which to land Does anyone understand How can this be This trial of life Its force of credibility Make way, my child Allow her to wander Allow […]continue reading On Her Own
He is visibly strong and muscular Looking one straight in the eye Leaving not one question about Who he is His passions How his heart sings What matters A sleeve of art First welcomes the eye Then the gaze of encounter His brain in overdrive One believes he is old Yet only 24 How can […]continue reading Benjamin Talbot Spencer Buckler